|Today was supposed to be Finally Finish Unpacking and Hanging Pictures Day.
||[Apr. 21st, 2007|06:04 pm]
Sweep the basement and the stairs; do the dishes; file a bunch of stuff; bike downtown with a bag full of books (lyrics note-, Power-, Mac-, Infinite Jest); get coffee; make a mockery of the food court while waiting (AppleCare: totally worth it, although I could really do without the part that involves putting a stoner 19-year-old in a "Genius" t-shirt and apparently giving him instructions to under no circumstances actually show or explain to any customer what he's doing and how it's going to help him diagnose what's wrong with her broken optical drive); leave mall with bag 5.6 pounds lighter; think some; read some; write some; get more coffee; do some work work. Formulate hypothesis that it is in fact possible to get quite a lot done on a Saturday as long as it has nothing whatsoever to do with whatever one had specifically hoped to get done.